The last four days have been spent taking a break from London, at Emma's parents house in Wales. It made a nice change to see clean rain.

Inspired by Ray Mears we (Me, Emma, Emma's dad Jon, and brother Colin) went on an adventure to Cefn Sidan to catch razor shells. The technique for catching them requires you to first find a tiny hole in the sand as evidence of the creatures location. Then you smother the area in salt, pour water down it, and see if anything squirms up thinking the tide has come in.

Unfortunately, after a good few hours all I ended up catching was a couple of clams, and I nearly got stranded on a island of sand as the tide came in around me!

I couldn't even bring myself to eat them... So I put them in a tub of salt water and accidentally poisoned the poor things - bless :S

Cracka find'n this bitchin' take on tha google search engine, I though I would pizzy some of tha amus'n tranzlations it mizzle of mah B-L-to-tha-izzog;

"Liv'n in London is great, loads of dippin' ta see n do n shit. The bright lights of tha big city also seem ta be a big draw fo` tha vagabonds of tha country, thugz that society hizzle rejected."

"BTW "I'm not avin' a gizno", I am jizzy celebrat'n tha peculiarizzles of life , ya feel me?."

"An doddery old mizzle in a veterans jacket, straight trippin' along tha platform, eat'n spaghetti bolognizzles. out of a Tesco gangsta bag... wit his hands :S"

"Crucial element of a musical duo rhymin' in London (featur'n said hoova) play'n saxophone wit guitar accompizzle where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'."

"Initially I wasn't sure whizzay was weirda really, tha wanna be gangsta saggin' saxophone or tha dawg who had befriended him ya dig?."



Word :)

For the last two weeks I've worked at Neasdon Depot, where they have a shiny cab simulator we used for an assessment. So I've mostly been tootling up and down the Jubilee line, operating the whistle (my favourite control) all in the name of science. Each day on my way in I saw a sign with this cool logo on:

I have finally got round to going down the slides at the Tate Modern. I went down the BIG one which is approximately 100 meters high!


But is it art? :P

Neighbourhood Weird Watch 2a

Name: Henry Hoover "The Sax Machine" (real name unknown)
Location: Angel Tube Station, Friday 10th March 2006, 8pm.
Description: Crucial element of a musical duo grafting in London (featuring said hoover playing saxophone with guitar accompaniment). Erm, best see the picture;

• Skill - 4/5 (he may be a hoover, but he doesn't suck!)
• Style - 3/5 (a design classic)
• Danger - 1/5 (he seems friendly enough)
• Context - 3/5 (don't see many hoovers busking)
• Overall - 2.75/5

Neighbourhood Weird Watch 2b

Name: Vladimir (real name unknown)
Location: Angel Tube Station, Friday 10th March 2006, 8pm.
Description: Poor half of a musical duo, relying on the talents of his mate to get by.

• Skill - 1/5 (poor)
• Style - 1/5 (poor)
• Danger - 1/5 (none)
• Context - 5/5 (he's friends with a hoover!)
• Overall - 2/5

Initially I wasn't sure what was weirder really, the hoover playing saxophone or the man who had befriended him. Right, glad I've sorted that out.

For an alternative to this post from Emma see the following picture :)